Rose pauses before walking into the TARDIS control room. After her near death experience on Raxacoricofallapatorius, she knows The Doctor won't be in the best state of mind. Her eyes close as she remembers what she use to be, what she use to do back home on Earth. Soon enough she snaps out of it and knows that, regardless of The Doctor's mood, she has to tell him, tell someone, about the secret that's been eating her up for ages. As she walks past the console, she sees him tinkering like he always does when he's upset. "Doctor" She says it softly enough that it's hard to tell if it's a statement or a question. "Rose" He says, matching her tone if only slightly louder to combat the noises being made under the console. "Doctor, I know now may not be the best time, but I'd really like to talk to you about-" As if on cue, there's a noise. It starts out faint but it grows increasingly louder and it isn't long before the flashing lights join in. "Doctor, what's happening?!" Her voice rose a little as a tinge of fear appeared in her eyes. "Nothing, you know, just the TARDIS stabilizing the…" As they both realize that the TARDIS is moving, The Doctor gives up on his ramble-to-save-face tactic and becomes concerned as well. The landing is rough but there isn't anything he can do about it, or so he says. It is in no way just an excuse that he uses when Rose tumbles on top of him. The moment he is sure they are somewhere solid and not wandering about in space, The Doctor opens the door and is regularly startled by what he finds outside those blue doors. Dean and Sam had been up to their usual business of finding and ending the lives of the things that go bump in the night. Their most recent case has brought them to Chicago. While Sam looks into what could possibly be taking people without a trace, Dean decides to look into something a little… different. As he stalks the bar scene, Dean finds a girl, a blonde attractive girl who looks ready for a fun evening. It's been a while since he's done this, a week at least and that is just not okay. He gets out of his chair to say a friendly hello when his phone rings. "What Sam?" "Well hello to you too. What is it now?" "I was about to be in the middle of something important." "More important than our case? I think I figured it out." "Alright, alright, I'll be back at the motel in 15." Once the call was ended, Dean looks to the place where the girl had been sitting just moments before. The least he can do is buy her a drink before he goes, right? What's the harm in that? Unfortunately for him but luckily for his wallet, she's no where to be found. Dean heaves a disgruntled sigh and mumbles to himself as he walks out of the bar towards the Impala. "Dean!" "Geeze Sam," he says putting his hands over his heart, "you couldn't be any more calm?" "Sorry. Well, not really. But anyway, I think I figured out what we're up against." "Care to share?" "Djinn." "A freaking genie?" "What else fits the profile? It's the only thing that makes sense. I even narrowed the location down to an abandoned office building." "Okay. Fine. So we're hunting Aladdin then." "Well, technically it would be Genie from Aladdin..." "Shut up Sam." They both roll their eyes at each other as they gather up their gear and hit the road. It's 1 AM when the Winchesters reach the abandoned lot. Dean shakes Sam awake from his nap and they pop open the trunk. Out of nowhere they hear an obnoxious whooshing sound, grab everything they can from the trunk, and run towards it guns in hand.